Up Against The Wall (Low Budget Mix)

Yo, I'll be a black panther all in your dreams

Up Against The Wall, they jailed me 'cause you can't seek peace

And you ain't supposed to die a natural death, that's that

Got to work hard for mines, struggles on the line

Watchin' all these niggas in the street for a while

Break it down more than motherfuckin' dirt poor style

I keep it real, you keep it to yourself and don't say jack

Every time I turn around and you're all on my back

For what? I don't know, these devils won't leave me alone

I've been here for 20 years and here to stand my ground

And these devils gettin' open but they can't get down

Chantin' lyrics through the city like a newborn seed

These types of lyric that's mine that's organized with the time

I'm on the road checkin' my B.I., ideas start to come

But the season of success, it got them all fucked up

What you want right now you many see mad later

Yo, my word is divine, you got to seek and find

A new place to rest my mind, no more petty crimes

Yo, I'm up against the wall

Yo the world is falling

Death is calling

I don't know, MC's be brawling

On the mic, when I get hype

Whenever you want yo whatever you like

Bite on my style, I like that

Yo, here's your feedback, with one smack

Yeah, you know what I'm saying?

No time to be playing 'cause these niggas be delaying

Word, yo, when I get busy

Here and over there to New York City

One for one, one for all

I'm on the wall, my back is on the wall

"Such a pity, that livin' in the city is like livin' in the times of Frank Nitti"

"Walkin' the tunnels of hell, the next level"

"It's the end of the time, so I gotsta gets mine"

"Such a pity, that livin' in the city is like livin' in the times of Frank Nitti"

"Walkin' the tunnels of hell, the next level"

"It's the end of the time, so I gotsta gets mine"

Yo, it's a wonderful world, a world of wonder

I thunder and thunder, I won't go under

Won't get in a trap, I'm past all that

You stupid muthafucka, my rhyme is phat

Phat as can be on the M-I-C

In the place to be, if you can't see

You don't know then go ask your momma

Eatin' MCs live like Jeffery Dahmer

One for one, one for all

I'm on the wall, I'm on the wall

As for the seeds in the streets rockin' rugged and hard

Innocent bystanders gettin' popped and scarred

Niggas not keeping it real and they will get barred

5-O on my back thinkin' that they're the God

Brothers keep on dividing and we won't get far

The devil's on some slick shit, ready to hose us down

But I maintain my focus and just hold the fort down

You all know a situation funny thing like this

A suspicious yellow cab riding through the East

A stereotype brother make the undercovers wonder

Got lawyers all in the East ready to shine my light

Nutcracker get 'em open 'fore he sparks the night

For my brothers and my sisters in the streets doing their thing

My back's against the wall, I can't do a damn thing

Yo, I'm up against the wall

"Such a pity, that livin' in the city is like livin' in the times of Frank Nitti"

"Walkin' the tunnels of hell, the next level"

"It's the end of the time, so I gotsta gets mine"

"Such a pity, that livin' in the city is like livin' in the times of Frank Nitti"

"Walkin' the tunnels of hell, the next level"

"It's the end of the time, so I gotsta gets mine"

"Such a pity, that livin' in the city is like livin' in the times of Frank Nitti"

"Walkin' the tunnels of hell, the next level"

"It's the end of the time, so I gotsta gets mine"

"Such a pity, that livin' in the city is like livin' in the times of Frank Nitti"

"Walkin' the tunnels of hell, the next level"

"It's the end of the time, so I gotsta gets mine"